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Alaric’s POV
There was a light knock on my door, and I knew, without having to ask, that it was Emilia by the door. “Come in,” I answered, twirling the pen in my hands. I hadn’t seen her since she left my room this morning, and though I hadn’t been able to keep her out of my mind and all I wanted the most was to bury my c**k in her once again, I had more pressing issues.
She walked in, wearing a very provocating dress. It hugged her curves like a second skin and showed an alarming amount of cleavage.
“You called for me?” She asked, closing the door behind her, turning around and giving me a view of her ass as she did so.
God. Was she here to seduce me? To distract me? Because this was the first time I ever saw her wearing something as tight as this.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s about F
